I'm sitting on Cheryl's lap, but don't worry, no fucking. I've gotten to a good point where I feel good about the friendship and stuff. I would probably be more coherent (and be able to type better) if I hadn't had a glass of wine and four orange dreams. I just flipped her off. I lost the first game of Carcassonne, so I have to take her to Finale for dessert (I just wrote "than myself" instead of "for dessert") (and I'm making a lot of typos, but I think I'm catching them all. Cheryl says that's nothing new, probably less now. I have a friend (well, had a friend, I'm bad about keeping in touch with non-local people) who said that he drove better with a little bit of alcohol in him than without, since he actually paid attention. I never drove with him when he'd been drinking, but I can attest to the fact that he was scary when he drove without drinking because he didn't pay any attention, just talked and stuff. Umm, I was going to say more, but I forget. Oh yeah, backspace. The backspace on this computer is way too fast, because Cheryl says she's too impatient. Oh, and, she won Carcassonne, but I was still able to kick ass in Boggle. Hmm, the Boggle drinking game. Okay, probably a bit more Boggle, then another orange dream or two and another Carcassonne. Cheryl will be playing for dinner at Finale to go along with the dessert, and I'll still be playing for that userpic for her. Really, it's awfully cute. I told her roommate that, and her roommate said she thought it would be adorable. And I told her roommate I would see what jobs were available at my work, since she expressed some interest in doing that after hearing that I did that. I think I'm a little attracted to her roommate, but that's probably because it's been a long time since I've gotten any. okay, Cheryl's legs are falling asleep, so I need to go..

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Just so ya know, I don't sit around worrying that you might be getting some fucking. Feel free to fuck away without fear of me fidgeting.

Then again, if you were sitting on Cheryl's lap, but yet there was fucking going on, I'd had have to say that I'd be surprised in a variety of ways. For one thing, I'd be surprised if you could type at all. Maybe the alcohol would help loosen things up.

I personally advise having Cheryl sit on you lap next time; that works better, in my experience. Just ask her. >;-)